I’m Blessed

I’m fighting the feeling of being overwhelmed this morning.  I haven’t had a chance to get to the grocery store yet.  Knut is wanting to lose some weight so he’s going to go back on phase 1 of the South Beach diet.  I like that one for him, but meals take much, much more planning.

I have so many emails to answer.  Emails from customers, blog readers, relatives and friends.  Not hundreds, but dozens.  I need to write or talk to a few people and apologize for dropping the ball with some responsibilities.  I’m so behind.  I’ve been blessed with a lot of grace and understanding from the people I have talked to so far.  I will catch up.  Just give me a few more days…I hope.

I have laundry piling up, but have no more detergent.

So this morning, as I count my blessings, I’m thankful to Knut and the sanity he brings me.  I’m thankful that my kids are all working hard right now whether it be dishes, cleaning their room, building Legos, or feeding their baby dolls.  I’m attempting to wean them off the t.v. again so we can get back to some sort of normal.  I still let them watch t.v. but only when there’s something pressing I need to do.  If I abuse it, than it no longer works.  They forget how to do good old fashioned play, and they become crabby, and start quoting or mimicking annoying characters.  Then I get crabby.

Right now, getting the kids to manage normally is a priority.  I have to be fair to them.

Weaning the kids off of t.v. is like taking a drug away, or letting your body adjust to no sugar or no coffee.  I’m not doing it because it’s fun to do, but because I love seeing how they feel when it’s all done.

This morning I’m blessed because it seems to be working.  I’m so blessed by these great kids.

As I’m catching up on opening the huge stack of mail from our trip, I’m finding some amazing birthday cards.  That is a huge blessing.  I’m so touched by every one of those notes.  Even the insurance guy who sends me one every year.

I’m blessed to be where I’m at.  So many times as a mother, I’m tempted to just get through it.  Do what you need to do to survive, right?  The problem with survival mode is you can’t live there long term.  At some point you have to stop and look at your goals, make some adjustments and work towards those instead of short term comfort.  It’s so worth it.  One of my goals is to let my children know that I enjoy them.  Every person, even God, loves when someone delights in him/her.  I want to delight in my children.

Sometimes it’s work.  Sometimes it’s hard.

Good thing, that in this house we believe the hard things are sometimes good things.  Work is good.  Good things are a blessing.  In this house, we are so blessed.